To the water!

Skinny dipping not allowed…

Water is your one and only hope in this matter. Despite your fading vigor, you push yourself hard and cut a path through the underbrush in the direction of the distant stream. Branches swat at your upper body and roots do there best to trip your frantic legs. Despite the beating, you manage to remain upright and moving at an impressive speed.

Seventy yards...!

You hear the creature behind you growling with anticipation. With each of it's furious shrieks and angry snarls, you know he has closed the gap just a bit more. Your heart pounds within your chest and your breathing becomes more and more sporadic. Your throat feels scratchy and dry.

Must make it...! Th-thirty more...

A searing agony whips across your back, shattering your thoughts, and propelling you into the base of a tree. The lizards blaze illuminates the tree line, giving your pain blurred eyes a glimpse of your situation. Your singed form is face down just outside of the trees with your shimmering salvation just feet from you. With admirable determination and sheer strength of will, you are able to begin dragging yourself to the stream. Arm over arm your crawl toward the running liquid.

You whine out in desperation when you feel two scaly hands grip your ankles and begin to drag you back toward the burning woods. Your fingers claw at the ground and they even manage to kiss the water you so desperately need before you release your grip. Your ears detect what seems to be laughter in the form of sharp hisses. Your captor seems to be enjoying your attempts at escape. The sound chills you and steals what’s left of your willpower. The Charmeleon senses your submission and doubles his efforts to get you inside his body. Quietly sobbing to yourself, you are unsurprised to feel your toes being feed into a tight, moist hole. You whine as you feel your soles enter the orifice. Its not long before your ankles are taken in and the beast starts working on your legs.

"Graaaaaahhhh...", moans the lizard. Wait... moans? Your eyes go wide as you look back to see that your legs are knee deep in the Charmeleon’s rump. He catches you looking at the act and he returns your horrified stare with a devious smile as he grunts hard, pulling you deeper into the musky hole. Your sense of self-preservation returned ten-fold, not wanting to devoured in such a way. You struggle with all your remaining strength, which only serves to make the lizard moan in ecstasy. Your frantic hands shot back in an attempt to push yourself back out. Falling for the trap, your arms sink into the hole when the scaly pokemon relaxes his hole and backs up, taking you up to your chest.

"N-no! Not like this, please!", you beg him. His only response is another grunt and a hard tug. Neck deep and exhausted, the last words you utter to the outside world are to garbled to be understood. Your head vanishes from view and your world becomes nothing more than a musty abyss.

The Charmeleon lets out a satisfied hiss and slides to his side to inspect his bulging belly. He growls softly to the gurgling mass inside of him. His soft hands play with his new found pudge. The body inside him kicks back at the motion and the lizard lets out an aroused moan. One of his hands lowers to his growing erection and the lustful fire-type begins to stroke at the slick member to the fading struggles of his most recent victim. Churring happily, he fondles himself with thoughts of the foolish Sneasel brewing away deep inside his gut.